the abandoned theatre part five

I drop the cold tin heart into my pocket and realize that I am still holding the lighter and the script (except for the first page) in my other hand. Suddenly I want to leave the theatre and I reach to open the door. It won't open and I realize with a shiver that I am locked in.

I hear a noise from backstage - footsteps? Clutching the script, I walk back to the stage and part the curtain. There is no one here, but I see that the first page of the script is missing. In its place has been left a hastily scribbled note, but in the darkness I can't read the messy handwriting. I put the note in the pocket that holds the tin heart, and then my voice escapes my mouth: "Who are you?" The sound is wide and heavy in the empty dustfilled air. It makes me feel even more alone.

Then I realize that there is something else on the ground. I pick it up - an old rusted key. But what is it for? I see the curtains ripple. Is someone here? Is it a ghost, or only me and the pale memories?

I put the script and the lighter down on a table and follow the faint whispers coming from the audience.